Although Wang Qing was still busy with Chen Feng and Ye Fei, he looked very happy, but in his heart he was not.
Before he came down the mountain, Senior Brother Chen Feng sat on the same couch with him, leaning against each other and talking. The earnest instructions are still in my ears; the earnest instructions have been around for three days.
Chen Feng even told Wang Qing, his ignorant and very worried young junior brother, everything he knew about the Jingyuan Valley, without hiding anything. In other words, at least at that time, he had no idea that the altar in Jingyuan Valley belonged to the ancient Daduan Dynasty.
As for this, I am afraid that even the Qingyun Sect has not yet discovered it, at least there is no conclusive evidence - if Li Chongxuan was not the Chongming Divine Body, Wang Qing would not be able to come to the altar just because of the carving technique of the ancient stone sculpture. Dating from generation to generation, after all, the style of imitating antiquity has existed since ancient times.
Then Chen Feng's confident tone when he called "Daduan Altar" just now is very suspicious.
Take grandpa with you?
Malignant or benign?
If it is malignant, has it metastasized?
Wang Qing did not dare to look into Chen Feng's eyes when he was talking to Ye Fei, for fear of disturbing something.
He just took a deep look at his cuffs and suddenly had an idea. He blinked and interjected: "Senior Brother, after you broke into the foundation, have you prepared your magical weapons? Junior Brother went out this time and gained something, so why not Tell you to choose?"
Chen Feng smiled at him, turned his palm over, and a golden circle-shaped magic weapon appeared on his palm.
When he was about to explain, he heard Wang Qing exclaim in a low voice: "Ah, senior brother has a treasure bag?"
"..." Chen Feng froze there for a moment, then gritted his teeth and looked at Wang Qing with smoke in his eyes: "I thought you were really kind, but you are waiting here, I am too ungrateful!"
After saying that, Chen Feng was still confused and even more angry and said: "Why, can't you take things like this without a treasure bag? Will you be struck by thunder? But you are so immoral that you have to worry a lot. "
It's obviously you who is smoking.
Wang Qing laughed dryly, but breathed a sigh of relief.
The grandfather may not be able to imitate such strange habits, which means that even if the grandfather is around, at least the transfer has not occurred yet. The current person is still Chen Feng himself, so there is help, but... …
If he were a benign old man, would he harm Senior Brother Chen's opportunities?
Is there anyone in Siming Mountain who can withstand that old man's blow?
Maybe it's just an old devil making a point here?
Mo Changchun, is he strong enough?
Throughout the class, Wang Qing had hundreds of thousands of thoughts running through his mind, and finally he extinguished them one by one, and then made decisions one by one.
If Mo Changchun was asked to interrogate the grandfather in the Qiudao Palace, it would be impossible if he teamed up with the real master and the forbidden formation of the Qiudao Palace. The leader could also summon the ancestors to make the grandfathers fight each other.
This should be the best plan. Who knows what changes will occur in a few days.
There are risks, but if this matter is not handled well, it may lead to another tragic disaster!
Wang Qing lamented that Siming Mountain really broke his heart. He encountered such tragic disasters every day, such as Duan Baili's time, Wu Gao's attempt to refine Ye Fei into a flying zombie, and Chen Feng this time was no exception.
Once a decision is made, Wang Qing is very capable of executing it.
After class, he opened his mouth and found a good excuse to ask Chen Feng to go with him to the Xunshan Hall to find Mo Changchun. After seeing the person, he winked again and succeeded in getting the reluctant Mo Changchun to use sound transmission to enter secrets. He did not dare to say more for fear that the old man would have the ability to spy.
However, Wang Qing and Mo Changchun were like a den of snakes and rats after all. No, they had a good understanding of each other. Mo Changchun seemed to understand a little bit and didn't ask any more questions. As soon as the Qiankun in his sleeves showed up, he wrapped up the two of them, flew into the Qiudao Palace, informed the leader, and activated all the formations.
Wang Qing couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Small sects also have the benefits of small sects. If it were to be placed in the upper sect, there would have to be several procedures to apply.
"Tell me, what are your guesses?"
Wang Qing first turned around behind Mo Changchun, then stuck his head out to look at Chen Feng, and said loudly: "Senior Brother Chen, please show up!"
Chen Feng's expression changed, he muttered for a while, but finally did not speak.
"Senior, why should you take chances?"
Quiet.
"Since senior is silent, I would like to ask Senior Brother Chen, how do you know that Jingyuan Valley is an altar of the Daduan Dynasty? Don't tell me where you know it from. The Qingyun Sect has been searching for books for decades. Nothing has been gained. How could you have seen such secrets in less than half a year?"
This reasoning ability is so intricate that it is so ironclad that it leaves no room for quibbles!
Wang Qing couldn't help but praise himself, and glanced at Mo Changchun again. He looked like he didn't trust him just now. He was really blind.
Mo Changchun never spoke, as if he was exploring something. At this moment, he waved his sleeves and robe, as if to wave away Wang Qing's unpleasant look, and said with a smile: "Senior, you still don't want to show up to meet me." What?"
Neither Wang Qing nor Mo Changchun tried to force Chen Feng.
As a possessed person, whether he admits it or not, it is unfair. He must either risk his life or deceive the sect - the latter is nothing to Wang Qing, but it is very embarrassing for a gentleman like Chen Feng. .
After another long while, while Mo Changchun was waiting leisurely, a harsh voice came from Chen Feng: "The remaining spirit of the old age cannot appear, so please don't be surprised, fellow Taoist."
have!
Sure enough there is!
Wang Qing looked at Mo Changchun openly, did you see it?
My record!
You'd better keep an eye on that old black guy from Wu Gao, otherwise he will turn Senior Brother Ye Fei into a flying zombie in a minute, and then he will put it on his forehead and kill everyone, bringing disaster to Siming Mountain!
Mo Changchun ignored him and only talked to the old man.
"The old man is conceited about his latent abilities. He never thought that after waking up, only a few months later, he would be recognized by a small cultivator who was refining Qi. It is really shameful." The old man looked very unwilling, and after laughing at himself for a while, he said: I briefly talked about my situation.
This old man calls himself Taoist Yuyang and is actually an ancient Qi practitioner!
The ancient divine dynasty ruled the world; the ancient great sect practiced Qi and sought truth; the sixth rank of the current world had strict legal system.
"Back then, I was fighting an opponent and was defeated, so I had no choice but to put the spirit god into a soul-nurturing treasure. I never thought that this sleep would last for tens of thousands of years, and the spirit god would soon decay after all the changes in the world.
A few months ago, Chen Feng woke me up unexpectedly. I thought that my time was running out and the world was undergoing great changes, so I accepted him as my disciple, hoping to pass on the sect's tradition. I really don’t have any ill intentions towards your sect, so please don’t be offended, fellow Taoist. "
Mo Changchun nodded indifferently. He didn't know where he got the confidence to reveal the matter directly: "Senior is willing to pass on the Taoism to our disciples. Xiaodao is grateful, so how can he be surprised. If senior needs it, you might as well let Chen Feng Come and tell me, this sect will do what we can."
Taoist Yuyang paused for a moment before responding: "Then I'll thank you, fellow Taoist."
Wang Qing blinked.
that's all?
do not fight?
A tragic disaster that wiped out the whole family was eliminated by him?
Taoist Yuyang went into hiding again and stopped speaking.
Mo Changchun comforted Chen Feng for a few words, and then looked at Wang Qing, his eyes were very complicated: "You are indeed quite talented in knowing the whole picture at a glance. The sect will have its own reward. Go to Elder Ming later. Take it."
What are you doing running so fast?
Wang Qing shook his head, and just after Mo Changchun finished speaking very quickly, he wrapped them up and threw them on the Three Palace Peak. He flew straight to the Xunshan Palace without saying another word.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Chen Feng: "Senior? Senior? I have a question. I wonder if I can ask for advice?"
"...Say it."
"Elder Mo of our sect, what kind of cultivation level do you have?"
